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flowerais:

types of love I feel for you:

peachy love – a comfy love, as cozy as afternoon sunlight in the summer, as warm as coffee shops and summer picnics. being with you is like listening to music – I forget my worries and sunlight is brighter. sharing tiramisu cake, laughing so hard tears surface, going on adventures…moments like these carry a hint of soft nostalgia, even while they are happening.

starlight love – I’m enchanted by the pretty colors in your eyes – when the sunlight hits them, they remind me of precious stones. I imagine talking to you until 3 am on a rooftop, the stars bright above, frozen in time. when I look at you, it’s like admiring a beautiful work of art. thinking about you makes my heart blush. I can’t help but gaze at you, wondering how anyone could be so perfect.

rosy love – seeing you gives me butterflies. you make me feel calm and flustered at the same time, a feeling I’ve never felt before. sometimes, I imagine a soft love song that plays in the background when I’m with you, like we’re in a movie. all I want to do is cuddle with you, lie next to you, go to cute ice cream parlors and hold your hand. I’m either with you or waiting to see you again, and you make me happier than anything else in the world.

lunar love – you know my secrets, I know yours. like the moon, you understand my mannerisms, emotions and thoughts like no one else, and I can tell from a glance if you’re only pretending to be happy, or if something is troubling you. at night when you can’t sleep, I’m here. when I’m sad, you know the perfect things to say. It’s like we were both created to heal and comfort the other, like soulmates. I know that as long as you’re here, I’ll be okay.

flowerais:

types of love

peachy love – the stable comfy love. as cozy as afternoon sunlight in the summer, as warm as coffee shops and summer picnics. Being with them is like listening to music – you forget your worries and sunlight is brighter. Sharing tiramisu cake, laughing so hard tears surface, going on adventures…moments like these bring a soft nostalgia, and you know that one day, you’ll remember them and smile.

starlight love – you’re enchanted by the pretty colors in their eyes – when the sunlight hits them, they remind you of precious stones. You imagine talking to them until 3 am, time frozen, stars bright above. When you look at them, it’s like admiring a beautiful work of art. Thinking about them makes your heart blush, you wonder how anyone could be so perfect. You can’t help but gaze at them and you try and fail to make it less obvious.

rosy love – seeing them gives you butterflies, an excitement that makes you calm and flustered at the same time. There is a soft love song that plays in the background when you’re with them, like in a romance film. All you want to do is cuddle them, lie next to them and hold their hand. You’re either with them or waiting to see them again, and they make you happier than anything else in the world.

lunar love – they know your secrets, you know theirs. Like the moon, they understand your mannerisms, emotions and thoughts like no one else, and you can tell in a second if they’re pretending to be happy, if something is troubling them. At night when you can’t sleep, they’re there. When one is sad, the other knows the perfect things to say. It’s like you’re both created to heal and comfort the other, like soulmates.

she glows when she smiles. i dipped my hands into the soft gold of her sunrise and came away aching with sweetness. her kisses were like honey in their soft mellow flavors. her kisses were like the sun. i watched her light play upon the waves of my ocean, delicately spun rivulets of lace and foam that tore me apart with the beauty of it.

she lit up my night sky.

atlas woman smiles

for @atlassuggestion

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warning signs

neglectedcatharsis:

I’ve never heeded the warnings
The pleas of “don’t” and “you’re only going to hurt yourself.”
Maybe it was because I had something to prove
To them, myself, anyone and everyone
Maybe I wanted to believe I had something to prove
Or maybe I simply wanted to seek adrenaline
That thing so good about being so bad,
About knowing that each scratch could potentially leave behind a scar with a story to tell
A badge I could finally be proud of.

Maybe that’s why I ended up with you.
I chased that feeling of “something so good in something so bad.”
I never thought I’d be good for you.
You needed me like the sea needed broken glass
Like a vein needed a clot
Or like a broken heart needed whiskey.
You laughed
Warm and beautiful and filling me nearly to the point of bursting
And I knew you were the something good,
And I was the something bad you’d never need.

I tormented myself for months
A dry laugh, devoid of humor
At these charades I was playing with myself.
The pain was a welcomed reminder
That I could still feel.
You never understood what I was doing to myself,
And honestly neither did I.

One night,
Several minutes of talking myself into and out of it,
Breathes raspy and shallow,
My lungs never feeling full enough,
Something snapped.
Something deep in the recesses of my chest,
Where I thought I had forgotten how remember
That warmth slipped down my spine
Settled in my stomach
Infected my head.
I tried to fight myself, I really did.
Fingertips memorizing the pattern of typing, deleting, and retyping.
I didn’t recognize myself
Or this boldness.
I knew I had been lying to myself,
To you,
And that warmth suddenly had a say in it.
Her timing was unconventional and unwelcome,
For I knew this would be the biggest danger I could delve into yet.
I created my own warnings
And they were not heeded.
You said yes.
My lungs emptied,
My head clouded,
And for once,
I regret not listening to the warnings.
The warmth rejoiced.

I’ve never heeded the warnings
The pleas of “don’t” and “you’re only going to hurt yourself,”
Of “stop” and “what do you think you’re doing,”
Of “they’ll never feel the same” and “what are you thinking.”
Maybe it was because I had something to prove
To myself, those noises, the drill of my own pain and pleasure.
Maybe I wanted to believe I had something to prove
Or maybe I finally did.
And maybe that’s why I did.
Maybe that’s why that warmth continues to fill me, pushing on the walls of my heart and soul, nearly bursting at the seams.
She won once and wanted to gloat.
I’m not mad at her.
And maybe that’s why I still feel like I’m that something bad to your something good.
You continue to tell me otherwise,
But I’ve never heeded the warnings.
It’s left behind a scar, beautiful and standing proud against the others
It has a story to tell.
You’re the badge I can finally be proud of.